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Christ

As the dress falls away from her body and lands in a heap at her feet, I realize she’s not wearing any panties, either She’s standing in front of , expensive collar around her neck--and oes dry as I drink her in My entire body stirs, including er that threatens to take over

It’s been a long tier still since I felt so attracted to one And I a doubt, attracted to Rose Fowler

A tiny, sly smile curls her lush lips as I stare at her, as if she can read hts and approves of their direction And then without a word, she dives into the pool, hardlya splash

I watch in fascination whenwater "You should joinI can do "I don’t think so"

"Ahy not?" She mock pouts "Scared of the water?"

"No"

"Scared of hs

"Not at all"

"Then joinin the water where it reaches her waist Her skin is covered with little droplets of water; her pale pink nipples are hard, and rit ether and slipthe cool stones stashed away inside "I can’t"

Her expression turns sole back her hair Theoff the dip in her waist, the sleekness of her belly Jesus, her body will be the fucking death of h and shake my head "No"

She drops her arms so they splash in the water, frustration written all over her features "Then on’t you joinbehind us and I turn to see a group of partygoers spill out onto the terrace, led by the wo inout for her hands with both of mine